"I was also brought here by Zhiyuan."
Zhang Shiling said softly.
"So none of you have met Mr. Zhou? I was brought here by Mr. Zhou's assistant, Miss Xu. I thought Mr. Zhou wanted to talk to me privately about something."
Liu Heng, who was pouring himself a drink from a bottle of 30-year-old Macallan whisky priced at over a hundred thousand yuan, paused and couldn't help but frown, "Mr. Guo, Mr. Zhang, could you please call Mr. Zhou and ask... After all, myself, Mr. Liu, and President Shen aren't that familiar with Mr. Zhou."
"I'll make the call."
Guo Wangshan also found it a bit strange and immediately took out his phone, but as soon as he did, his expression froze.
"Mr. Guo, what's wrong?"
"My phone seems to have no signal..."
"Let me try calling."
He Jinglun, who had previously exchanged contact information with Zhou Wang, also took out his phone immediately, but soon, his expression turned astonished.
"My phone has no signal either."
"Hmm?"
